The Red Keep, which used to be full of Targaryen coats of arms, was now full of hightowers and flags of the faith. Everywhere was filled with the green of the hightowers rather than the red and black of the Targaryens.

Daemon was looking around angrily, his expression one of disgust. Just a few years ago, it was obvious that red keep belonged to Targaryens, and it hadnt seem to belong to the Hightower Rats like it does now.

Your husband, Daemon, spoke with anger and obvious disgust as his gaze turned to you.

"It seems that the rats happily kept my brother's throne warm while he was in no condition to rule."

His hatred for the hightowers was evident in the slight sarcasm in Daemon's voice.